The Crossing

It was a rainy day in Amsterdam when the curtain came crashing down, It was a solo dance, finished romance - once again I played the clown, With no one there left to care, I took the boat to London, That night the channel looked to me like a friend I could lean on. Crossing the border, losing myself, Leaving a part of me behind, Crossing the border, tears in my soul, You're healing my heart and my mind. It was a foggy night on Brighton Beach, waves are writing in the sand, I walked alone beneath the haze, a broken, empty man, The dreams and castles that I'd built had all been lost at sea, The shadows played, someone prayed, Daylight finally found me. Crossing the border, losing myself, Leaving a part of me behind, Crossing the border, tears in my soul, You're healing my heart and my mind. You've been healing my mind. Crossing the border, losing myself, Leaving a part of me behind, Crossing the border, tears in my soul, But you're healing my heart and my mind. Crossing the border, losing myself, Leaving a part of me behind, Crossing the border, tears in my soul, Lord, but you're healing my heart and my mind. Healing my heart and my mind.